Some sections are from Ashwood's point of view, so, it should be a little interesting…
Shane's royal blue eyes rose from Luka's corpse. She wouldn't look directly into Ashwood's eyes. She couldn't. Shane was as good as dead.
Ashwood beckoned to her with his tail, to follow him. Shane had no choice, no argument, no voice. She never did. No other she-cats did.
Shane opened her mouth to speak, but the words came out in a croak, but all the same were a hiss.
"What have you decided with me, Ashwood? Burn me like you did my mother? Or tear me apart like my sister? Tell me."
The brown and white cat followed Ashwood, matching his pace for every step. His gray tabby head turned to the she-cat. Baffled that she dared to speak. But the tom recovered quickly.
"We have a new punishment, a punishment we have made especially for you. One even more painful than burning, and more terrifying than a slow death"
The gray tabby stopped for a moment in the tall grasses, for effect. And Shane glared right back at him with icy blue eyes.
"You shall be fed to SmokeDark and his Pack. Wolves Shane. You'll never survive."
Such a waste, Ashwood thought. I always liked her, almost enough to be my mate. Always such a pretty face, but… It's just a shame.
Ashwood's green eyes softened just slightly as he looked at Shane. He was instantly reminded of their Medicine Cat. The only place of Rank a tomcat was not allowed. The spirits of StarClan would only talk to the female cat, but that did not blemish the tom's pride and power.
Ashwood continued now. Through tough grasses with young Shane still matching him step for step. The moonlight marking their path.
"How do you know I won't escape?"
Were the words that shuck him out of his thoughts.
Its true, he and the other tomcats had thought of that, but Ashwood had convinced them that the Wolves would catch her long before she had the chance to run. But he knew that Shane would have the smallest of all chances to escape, but if the others found out, he would be ripped down from leader before he had a chance to explain anything.
His forest green eyes shadowed over.
"We Don't…"
They came closer and closer to the camp. A sand colored cat watched from the brush on the outside of camp. Her name was Sand, and she was the Medicine Cat of FrostClan.
Shane. Now she had really done it. She was as good as dead. But maybe there was something she could do.